Isle Of God Novels & Stories

I can use them against each other, perhaps, although both are equally wild cards. "Goddess forbid," Zire drawls, leaning back in his chair. "Elise, you look wonderful this evening." Isaiah, sensing a rising conflict in Zire's tone, looks toward me. "As you know, Kenna, Elise has been my good friend since I was a child. I hope you two will get along." I almost snort.

The parents inside the mansion had been discussing their adult's affair way too long, solemnity on their faces. A view from the top, the area was an island, just a bridge away from the mainland of Leverland. It was known as Oracle Island privately owned and occupied by the wealthy clan of the Lausanne family. During the day, it looks normal and beautifully decorated with glamour. Although not open to the public, it was rumored to accept guests from time to time. Few people who have been on the island claimed it one of their topmost beautiful places to stay for vacations. But, its mesmerizing nature was holding a dark, horrible secret. It's a sanctuary to deadly creatures of darkness.

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

The dozens of Senior Brothers had been so nervous that they were sweating, unable to comprehend why the Dragon Lord would act so abnormally today. "Don't be afraid, everyone. That was the divine beast of the Skygale Sect earlier. It's welcoming all of you Junior Brothers." A young man exhaled slowly. "Er... It's better to have less of such welcomes." Everyone burst into laughter. It seemed like they didn't realize that they had almost died in the sea. The ship sailed for a little longer before they saw an island. At first, it was only the size of a millstone. It wasn't until the ship got near that Xiao Chen discovered that the island was as big as Cloud City.

He gave her a moment of peace, then led her along to the temple of Zeus. Eliza gasped in awe at the sight of it. “Oh . . . it’s . . . it’s an exact replica of the temple of Zeus in Olympia.” Her brows stitched together in question as she studied the granite closer. “What’s all that black stuff?” James smiled knowingly. “I’ll tell you in a minute. Do you want to go inside?” “Can we?” she asked, her eyes alive with excitement. With a nod, he led the way into the granite temple.

Harry nodded with satisfaction and then instructed, “Set off for Adak in the morning tomorrow. By the way, bring all the land deeds with you.” “Yes!” … The breeze was gentle and it was cloudy the next day. Sienna personally came to the entrance of the village to wait for someone at half past nine in the morning. A black off-road vehicle drove over from a distance. The car license plate number was from Isonbert. It was estimated that the person in the car was the owner of the land in Adak. Sienna waited patiently as she stood under the shade of a tree. Unexpectedly, a few people came out of the simple prefabricated house at this time. The person being supported and surrounded by the others in

Tomorrow marked the second week of their long vacation. Ezekiel was very secretive of their last destination. He told Lucia that it was meant to be a surprise for them and he didn't reveal until they were receiving their boarding pass. Upon checking their last visiting destination, Lucia's eyes widened with both surprise and excitement. Of all places, Ezekiel decided to close their vacation by taking her to Africa and precisely to Kenya,her dream country.

Caitlin asked “I live on Isola di San Michele,” Polly said, “also known as Isle of the Dead. It’s one of the outer islands of Venice, in the lagoon. Not too far. No one bothers us there, and we don’t bother anyone. Plus, we have loads of livestock to feed on.” Isle of the Dead, Caitlin thought. It was interesting to see that Polly’s coven still lived on an island, even these hundreds of years back. She wondered if it was anything like Pollepel. If it was, she’d be thrilled to be there.

“E-even so, you may not be aware of this next bit, and I’m willing to bet that your grandfather hasn’t heard of this either! I’m assuming that you still don’t know where Warhill Mountain is, and for good reason! See, the token of the holy water only provides a few details about the mountain itself. It doesn’t really tell you the location’s exact coordinates. To enter Warhill Mountain, you must first gather several great masters to team up with. I’ll be frank and say that attempts to even enter the mountain require a lot of human and material resources. As a result, only a small group of people usually make it into the mountain.” “According to legends, Warhill Mountain is located on a large i

The Isle of Obsidian As the Aura began its descent, the rugged silhouette of Isola d’Ossidiana rose from the turquoise waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was a private rock, owned by a shell company that traced back to a silent partner in the original 1985 agreement. On the highest peak sat a villa of white marble and glass—a minimalist fortress that looked like a shard of ice dropped into the Mediterranean.